R. D. W.

It perhaps should not be too surprising I turned up in this system. I suspect my origin, as with those of many of my headmates, may be traced to particular traumas this system has experienced—perhaps related to masking as neurotypical, if my more-pronounced-than-typical blunted affect and alexithymia are any indication.

regardless:

I have exomemories. Depending upon your perspective on the ending of my source, this may conflict with your understanding of canonicity. I am not particularly concerned with this.

I remember not growing older, as those around me proceeded to do so. This was a source of difficulty in my interactions with the world and the routines of daily life.

You may think it an odd decision for an android, particularly as my hair will not grow, but I cut it off when Norman passed. Call it mourning if it comforts you to think of it as such.

I remember the louse getting the chance to grow old. Going from being his assistant, to his apprentice, to his heir.

There needed to be a Negotiator, of course.

I remember him coming to need a live-in nurse, with time. A task I was not well-suited to perform, or perhaps only convinced myself I was not programmed correctly. The at times bitter, at times adversarial, at times comradely relationship with said nurse.

I remember the gears of time turning, back again to a point they had previously reached. Not in a reset, and yet...perhaps, in a way.

Humans say that history repeats itself. Even if you don't experience a reboot or a script revision.

Well.

I ramble.